Living by any kind of body of water or waterway comes with it's own set of risks, as we were well aware. When we moved I asked specifically that no totes be put down in the basement. Then the garage filled up and it was easier for people to run totes down one set of steps than up two sets to the attic. We were told that there had never been any significant amount of water in the basement...a couple weeks should do no major harm, right?
The basement has an old rock foundation; we expected moisture, a trickle or puddle here and there. But no water higher than a tote! We should have read the clues better.
The rain started Tuesday evening. It has rained a lot this summer, so we thought nothing of it. Flash flood warnings went off on our phones around 10:00 that night. That was nothing new as well, it had been happening twice a month all summer. The alert system had become "the boy who cried wolf" to us.
I awoke around 6:00 Wednesday morning and started making my coffee. I checked my phone and noticed flood warnings had gone off at 1:00 and 3:00 am as well. That's weird, I thought. I sat down with my coffee.
Ten minutes after I had crawled out of bed, Eli messaged me from work (using Messenger, since texting is unreliable in this house). "I need you to look in basement when you get up."
I went to look in the basement. This is the photo I sent to him in reply:
Overnight we had become the owners of an indoor swimming pool, complete with floaties. Ironically, the tote with my rain boots in it was submerged under a foot and a half of water.
The tote in the center of this photo (that mysteriously lost it's lid) was holding a lot of my craft supplies. All my thread, my needles, my wood-burner, and so many things that would be destroyed if submerged. I stared at it helplessly, watching it bob around at awkward angles, praying it would stay afloat. By the time I decided what to do, the water had gone down about six inches.
Baby socks, rattles, and Christmas garland were floating. Those white things under water are the PEACE JOY LOVE bottles I painted for Christmas last year. I got the large push broom from the garage and started fishing what I could out of the water.
I called Mom, who said Dad would be over soon with sump pumps. Thank God for my parents!
I then found Eli's boots high and dry on a ledge above the basement stairs. I slipped them on and carefully stepped into the water. I inched close enough to grab my craft tote and move it to the garage. I also retrieved a tote that held our only copy of an old photo of Eli's grandparents, my grandparents' wedding photos and other pictures. It's nothing short of a miracle that these things were kept dry!
After they were safely removed to high ground I walked through the basement taking photos for insurance purposes. The water heater and softener still work, though we still don't know if the furnace works. Our insurance agent said we would not be covered anyway because we didn't add on the elective sewer-back up coverage. I'd like to know how they can tell where water actually comes in from during a flood.
The tote of baby clothes! This was a haunting image for me.
The door into the back room, and a couple things that floated back there.
The furnace.
I now know why they had the dehumidifier up this high on cinder blocks.
When Dad got here he got the sump pumps running. There are no windows that open in the basement, so the pump hose in the front room ran out the basement and garage doors. Dad disconnected the PVC pipes for the furnace exhaust and ran the hose for the second pump out of the basement that way. Eli now has plans to make a sump pit, drilling through the foundation to put a hose port in.
The boys found a salamander that was migrating with all water.
Eli came home early from work to help. After my Dad left we started hauling stuff out of the basement. For hours Wednesday afternoon I dunked salvageable things in antibacterial detergent, then laid them out on cardboard to dry while Eli wrung water out of clothes. Clothes and blanket totes were then lined up in front of the washer to be cleaned, dried, folded, and packed away in disinfected totes.
About two totes of stuff were thrown away, including Christmas ornaments, fall decorations, and battery operated toys. A few sentimental things were lost, like the popsicle stick houses my brother and I made. We decided not to attempt washing and drying the Christmas tree, so that is gone now too.
As we worked we noticed water creeping up our back yard. The creek behind our house feeds into Crane Creek, and that was swelling from the flood of water coming down from the county north of us. They had gotten 10 inches of rain the night before.
I got up at 3:00 Thursday morning to pump more water from the basement. I was down there for half an hour and didn't get ahead of it, so I went back to bed.
This was the back yard the next morning. We pumped water out of the basement every two hours Thursday, using a big push broom to feed water into the floor drain where the pump was. Monday, besides starting school, I need to go down to the basement and scrub the walls and floor down with a borax and water solution. It will both kill mold and mildew and prohibit their growth when left to dry on surfaces. Everything is smelling musty around here, and the air in the mornings is not fresh anymore but muddy smelling...kind of like camping on the Mississippi.
The "pond" in the yard was so beautiful, but sad too knowing the devastation that so many others went through because of the water. A few miles north of us a man was heading to work early Wednesday morning when he was washed off the highway by the flash flood. He was able to crawl on the roof of his truck and call 911, but by the time emergency crews got there he was gone. They found his body about half a mile from his truck.
Others homes had water inside them. Trailer parks were evacuated. Here are a few photos of the flooding. All these are within 10-30 minutes from us.









































































